To celebrate, we Hotwired a hotel room in SF for the night (and Leila asked, "Why would you go to a hotel room for just one night? That doesn't make any sense" She's to young to know about hotel sex) and rode a cable car to dinner at one of my favorite restaurants, a little french bistro, and then risked our lives taking a cab back to the hotel.
We sat around like geeks, looking at facebook updates, and watching an episode of My So Called Life on our computer because we couldn't figure out the dang TV. Then at 1:47 a.m. I was awakened by what I thought were kids jumping around upstairs. My second thought was, "What parent is letting their kids jump around a hotel room at 2 in the morning?" and my third thought was, "Hey, those aren't kids..."
The couple in the next room were having all kinds of fun, for AN HOUR! Ah, those were the days. Rob didn't notice a thing, and, this morning when I told him about it, he pointed out that there were a set of ear plugs right there on the nightstand, courtesy of the Hilton. Now, ear plugs were the last thing I needed. I had my ear jammed up against the wall, trying to figure out exactly, y'know, what was going on, and earplugs would definitely have gotten in the way. They turned the TV on at around 2:30 and I thought they were sprawling in the afterglow, but, no, they were just trying to mask the sound. It might have worked , too, if I hadn't had the side of my face flattened to the wall. If I wasn't going to be able to sleep, I might as well be entertained, right? I think they were going for some kind of record.
In the morning, I told Rob all the gory details, and told him, "I kind of want to wait in the hallway until they come out so I can see what they look like, but what if they're ugly? That would spoil the whole thing!" This is the part where Rob looks at me and shakes his head, wondering what on earth is wrong with me, and why he's married to such a sick freak.
I'm not a sick freak, though, right? Please don't tell me that I am the only one who would intently listen to the strangers in the next room doin' it. If I knew the people, or they were, like, my parents, I would have shoved those ear plugs so far into my ears I would never have gotten them out. But these were strangers, and, in my fantasy life, good looking strangers.
So, now, I'm sipping champagne out of my wedding champagne flutes as I do once a year on this date. Doesn't mean there aren't still dinner dishes to do, and laundry to fold, and a lippy kid to put to bed. Happy Anniversary, Rob!
p.s. I will send you warm fuzzies, absolutely FREE, if you can name the song I've quoted in the title.